Sir Scudamour there entring, much admired xxxviii
The manner of their worke and wearie paine;
And hauing long beheld, at last enquired
The cause and end thereof: but all in vaine;
For they for nought would from their worke refraine,
Ne let his speeches come vnto their eare.
And eke the breathfull bellowes blew amaine,
Like to the Northren winde, that none could heare:[99]
Those Pensifenesse did moue; and Sighes the bellows weare.
Which when that warriour saw, he said no more, xxxix